Isaac is back to school tomorrow. His holiday time was well spent, and he only had a couple times where things were a bit much for him. At a family function in East Texas I found him at a skeeball machine, away from the crowd, making due with one ball. At his Aunt's wedding (at her home) he quickly decided that his tablet was safer than the crowd building for New Year's. He did, however, get his grandfather and his uncles involved in Angry Birds on their phones. It gave him a boost the next morning at breakfast to be asked to "help get them to the next level."
I can't say I blame him with crowds. I gravitated to a doorway at the edge of the party myself, because it was getting too crowded for me as well, but I didn't have a tablet to distract me.
Back home yesterday afternoon, we all rested from the whirlwind of a weekend. Isaac, his sister, and I kicked the soccer ball last night in front of the house. He desperately wants to play soccer again. He is getting faster with his processing, but depressed that the doctors said he could not play soccer. I told him doctors "suggest", but it is ultimately his abilities that will determine whether he can play soccer again. He has to be ready to make decisions quickly when he steps on a soccer field as a player, but if he gets halfway there from his present ability he can take the soccer test and referee. He looked at me and said, "you mean I could make money?"
I think we have found the next motivator. (smile)
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